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The Observer, from time to time, has awesome titles for their articles.

Why is it (I'm about to go into Andy Rooney an y'all's asses) that sooo many paintings and pictures are called 'Untitled'. That seriously maddens me up.
"You have snap-shot of trees in the autumn, what are you calling it?"
"I don't know....(burp)...a plbBBBucking don't car."
"'Don't car'? Have you been drinking Ronald?"
"A lot....(fart noise)."

A title is part of the attraction to a presentation. Without a title...well I guess it's better than a crappy nondescript title (I'm looking at you "Definately, Maybe", "Something's Gotta Give", and every romantic comedy made for the past ten years). Not having a title says you didn't think it mattered, that you want someone to judge your work on the visual merits and not some snotty ,snazzy, frazzy title, or that you really never gave it a thought. Next time, I'm going to title it for you, from a hat.
"It's a row of roses growing in a garden! What's it called?"
"'Daniel Buys a Ballon For His Boyz'. Suck on that all other paintings."

Self-portraits need to listen up as well.

Next time: On Bloggin' With Dre-Dre


-Movie scenes that make Dre-Dre's face tingle-tingle all over.
Newsflash: David Cross is really funny.

I bring this gift to you. Out of the easiness of copy and pasting.

Sarah Silverman singing with Matt Damon!! - video powered by Metacafe

This just proves my point that serious actors or celebrities who can act makes stuff funny. (Andre's Thesis of Relative Stardom #3)
I can't believe I got that to work.
I rock. Cock.

Anyhoop, I hear that a comedian I know of is coming to a comedy club in Atlanta (finally).
I don't like wasting $30 unless I'm sure the man/woman/ape with a mallet can bring the heat (hey! a baseball term!)
Greg Fitzsimmons from Best Week Ever, and his Comedy Central Presents special (I mean, only the laypeople know this fine stand-up from these venues! Bah-Humbug.) I saw him on Comedy Central and craved more. MOAR DAMMIT. Well seasoned, not polarizing to audiences (aka not political), self-deprecating, y'know the kind of comic I'd like to become. (that italized 'I' seems pompous to me. Eh? Like I'm saying: "WHO ELSE BUT GOD AND I!")

So, he's going to be at the Punchline from the 7th of Feb. to the 9th. All I need now is a ride (feet) and $20 (some "deep favors").

Oh and before I go (like anyone is waiting on me/reading this), go see Rambo!
It's written and directed by the guy who did that last Rocky movie and jeez does it turn the Burmese military into human steak sauce. Rambo guns down more men in the last part of this movie than Rocky's I, II, or III (although I have not seen Rocky III and I missed some of Rocky I and II. They looked well varnished with the blood of the many to me. Eh.) There's some good storytelling going on before the Vietnam vet starts punching holes through people so it's enjoyable on other levels.
What will stick with me through life (ah god, I hope not) is that I saw this black family bring all there kids to see Rambo kick ass without the common courtesy of taking their names first. Not 12 or 13 year olds, I saw 6 and 5 and 8 year olds IN THE FRONT ROW.( When I close my eyes, I can still hear their cute little screams of mercy.) Was this punishment? Was this some form of child training? ("It's so they don't grow up all queer, alright? Do you have yer answers?") The Spartans have agoge and Atlanta children, at the age of 5 hopefully, will see, nay, MUST see Sly Stallone turning Burmese soldiers into soldier kabob? There were boobs on screen at one point.
BOOBS!!

He rips a guy's jugular vein out with massive fingers.
Well, I guess it was this or "Meet the Spartans". Apparently I was the only one to not have seen that godforsaken Satan's pussy of a movie. Me and Michael Cypress, that is. Go My-Cy!